The end of days

Singapore Travel Blog

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Singapore is an easy train ride away from Kuala Lumpur and if it wasn’t for the immigration service (yes, again) a hassle free trip. I arrive in Singapore in the late afternoon and after a much needed fast food meal I make my way to the city centre in search of a hostel. I can’t seem to find any decent prized rooms anywhere; every dorm is full and every single or double room is prized over 60 Singapore dollars, or thirty euros; more than I ever had to pay on my trip, including places in Australia, New Zealand and Hong Kong. Eventually I find a place in a ‘hostel’ which is more like a hotel on Waterloo Street on the north bank. It’s a crappy place and in no means worth the fifty dollars I’m paying for it. As it’s quite late by now there’s no time to look for another, cheaper place; I will just have to pay up.


It’s not just accommodation that’s expensive in Singapore; everything is. I’m paying a ridiculous six euros per beer, a record for me; food and clothing (though sales are on everywhere) is the same. The cost is the only downside though. Singapore is beautiful place, well managed, clean and efficient. Everything seems right in Singapore. Is there a thing as too well managed? I’m not sure, but if there is it applies to Spore. In spite of all the rules, fines and regulations it seems like an awesome place to live, granted you have the cash.


While walking Singapore’s streets I try to compare the city to that other major Asian hub I visited: Hong Kong. Biggest comparison between the two: shopping. Everywhere and anytime, mega malls come to your wardrobe’s rescue. Style, Sale, ca-ching and how-do-I-look are everyday lingo. I fell in love with Hong Kong but don’t feel that way (yet?) about Spore. True, I spent more time in Honkers, but for me the magical touch of HK was the head on collisions and mergers between the east and west that you could see everywhere. Singapore seems much more western and while both cities have been governed by the British, english speakers in Hong Kong are a lot harder to come by than in Singapore, where everyone speaks English. It adds to the exotic ‘far away’ feeling of Hong Kong tremendously. Singapore feels a lot more ‘normal’. I should take into account the fact that I’m visiting Singapore at the end of my Asia trip, and I visited Hong Kong at the beginning. Ah well. They’re both great places to be and hang out. So while not the love of my life like Hong Kong, Singapore would be my beautiful girlfriend on the side. How do you like that for a metaphor?


After a lonely night on my three square meter fifty dollars room I’m determined to find a real hostel. After a couple of hours I manage to secure the last bed in the Fern Lodge hostel in Chinatown which has a, lo and behold, western style dorm room. You hardly find these anywhere in Asia, save China. I immediately make friends with Nach from Spain and Steven from Taiwan. We talk some about China and Taiwan and later in the night they join me for a beer at the Clinic, a bar I’ve wanted to visit ever since I read about it. Horribly expense but oh so cool, the Clinic is a clinic (surprise!) themed bar in the middle of trendy Boat Quay. You sit in wheelchairs, drinks are served in IV drips and the lighting comes from operation room style lights. It’s brilliant. Although I’ll have to deduct some points for the waitresses not wearing nurses’ uniforms, the Clinic still scores really high on my list. Nach, Steven, me and the beer tower share a great night in the middle of Singapore’s trendiest area. What a fine city! It’s also the place where I meet Mike (innotech) the next night. We meet at the Clinic for drinks before we head to Holland Village for a delicious dinner with all of Singapore’s delicacies. We talk travel, life, commitment, it’s an awesome night and Mike’s a great guy. You couldn’t wish yourself a more funny and generous host. We fill the last tiny spot in our bellies with ice cream before we head back downtown. I had a blast Mikey, and I’ll see you at the end of the year!


A new day dawns. Another twenty-four hours to spend, another morning, afternoon, evening and night. This day is non distinguishable from any others, except for the fact that it’s my last one travelling solo. It’s the end of days. This is it, after today my trip is over. I’ve got thirty-five day holiday with my family in Australia left but definitely don’t regard that as part of my trip. On the one hand I want to see my parents and brother and sisters, on the other hand I’m dreading the moment; it will mark the definitive end. It’s a holiday, fully designed, organized and paid for by my parents. Not comparable in any way to what I did in the last eight months.


I walk along Singapore’s streets, bridges, the quays and enjoy myself. It’s a beautiful day in a beautiful city. Life’s good, but every time I think about today being the last of my trip I become sad. Slowly I make my way towards St. Andrews Cathedral. In a sense is this churches counterpart in Sydney the place where it all started for me. St. Andrews to St. Andrews, 2006-2008. It seems a proper place to say goodbye to my trip and think things over.


From November 07 to July 08 I lived a dream, found myself, found others, discovered new pieces of the puzzle they call life and learned. About relationships, love, myself, friends, communicating, having to do it yourself, money, everything. I also learned about beer, apples, flying, riding a motor, entertaining myself. The last eight months were the best of my life. Here in St. Andrews’ in Singapore I promise myself that it doesn’t end here. If I’ll have to go back to Holland for a bit, fine. I’ll be living towards my next escape. My next span. Whether it’ll take me one of two year to replenish my funds, I don’t know. What I do know it’s not over. Oh no.


Take a look at what you started

In the world flashing from your eyes

And you know that you’ve got it

From the thunder you feel inside


I believe in the feeling

All the pain that you left to die

I believe in believing

In the life that you give to try


I believe in a wonder

I believe this new life to gain

Like a guard that I’m under

There’s a drugs running through my veins


I believe in a wonder

I believe I can touch the flame

There’s a spell that I’m under

Got to fly, I don’t feel no shame


The world is mine

The world is mine

The world is mine


I’ve lost my fears to what appears

I do my best, the world is mine

You seen surprised and realize

That in your eyes, the world is mine


David Guetta - The world is mine

kickasstunner says:
"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser."

continue creating your own masterpiece. ;)
Posted on: Aug 01, 2008
JeAr says:
Posted on: Aug 01, 2008
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